Blake
Damn,I look like a five year old that stole mom's clothes.
I stared at myself in the mirror for the millionth time,checking the supposed "outfit" Raph provided for me, frowningunsatisfied.
It was a summer white dress, that was supposed to cling tightlyon my torso and fall just above my knees, but because I was thinner and smallerthan the average at my age, it fell loosely on my petite body, the thin strapsconstantly slipping over my shoulders, threatening to completely fall off anymoment.
Damn, I really need to buy some proper clothes. I can't walkaround looking like this.
Ugh, damn you, Luc.Why did you have to drag us here, to god-knows-where, without evenletting us pack anything at all?
Slipping on my soft pink
